#intellect

[machiavellian-sinner]

"Match my freak," this. "Match my energy," that. What about "match my intellect," huh? Huhh??? What about that????????

[disco-archetypes]

YOU - "You're saying, one day I'll be able to return to *love*..."

PALEDRIVER - "If you wait long enough, it's going to be much more than just 'love'... It's going to be the entire history -- vapourised."

PALEDRIVER - "And that's just fine with me. I don't mind becoming vapour. I *like* vapour..." She gathers a cloud of smoke in her mouth, then slowly exhales.

ENCYCLOPEDIA - There is a name for this ideology: Entropolism. A faith in and desire to accelerate the spread of pale across the world, until humanity has reached what its adherents call the 'rest state' of humanity, the final reconciliation of past, present, and future in timeless spirit...

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You don't like the sound of that, chief. All the *really* good stuff is *right here*, in the present...

[dismembereddream]

..... World often mistakes women's brilliance for madness because the world punishes girls who wield intellect with a blade instead of a smile.

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[das-boog]

A fixed point

[ky-landfill]

@dickgraysonweek

[aventurineswife]

Ratio's Voicelines about his S/O

Inspired by my Aventurine ver lol

Aventurine's ver | Sunday's ver | Luka's ver | The Herta's ver | Kaveh's ver | Shadow's (OC) ver

A Remarkable Presence

An intellectual equal? No, not quite. They are my emotional equal—a different kind of brilliance, one that eludes logic yet commands my respect. How utterly captivating.

First Meeting: The First Encounter

When we first crossed paths, I was... skeptical. Their demeanor suggested mediocrity, but their words challenged me—sharpened like a blade against my wit. I underestimated them once; I won’t do so again.

First Date: An Experiment in Joy

A strange experience, to willingly divert my attention from the pursuit of knowledge for something so… trivial, or so I thought. Sharing my time with them became an experiment in joy—one whose results I wish to replicate endlessly.

Confession: A Hypothesis of Love

A hypothesis: two individuals, each remarkable in their own right, could produce an outcome greater than the sum of their parts. I presented this theory to them... not as an academic exercise, but as a declaration of my feelings. Their response? Proof that even I can be surprised.

Thinking About Them: A Beautiful Distraction

I often find myself distracted, pondering their peculiar charm. It’s as if their presence occupies an unquantifiable space in my mind—an anomaly even I am powerless to resolve. And yet, I wouldn't dare.

Favorite Times With Them: Sparks of Truth

The moments I cherish most? When we argue. Not out of malice, but out of a shared desire for truth. There is no greater delight than meeting someone who can match your convictions and still make you question them.

My Greatest Discovery

They have a way of reminding me that intellect alone is insufficient. It is their heart that tempers my reason, their laughter that quiets my doubts. Perhaps, in a way, they are my greatest discovery.

[noosphe-re]

The first thing the intellect does with an object is to class it along with something else. But any object that is infinitely important to us and awakens our devotion feels to us also as if it must be sui generis and unique. Probably a crab would be filled with a sense of personal outrage if it could hear us class it without ado or apology as a crustacean, and thus dispose of it. “I am no such thing, it would say; I am MYSELF, MYSELF alone."

William James, The Varieties of Religious Experience: A Study in Human Nature

[paperbacksunday]

My intellect knew her as an occasion of sin, my sensitive appetite perceived her as the vessel of every grace.

— Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose

[themarshmellow]

INSIGHT - Figure out their true intentions. Read between the lines.

Another personalized skill based on my love for DE. I don't know if I'm very *good* at insight, but it's definitely a quality I try to hone.

[disco-archetypes]

YOU - "Yeah, I wrote that. It was a poetic gesture." (Lie.)

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "I knew it. Didn't I tell you, Trant? I told you it was our shitkid."

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "The line is from Lu Jiatun's 'Mirova Cycle', isn't it? About Girl Child Communism -- the titular *returning* character. The ghostly apparition of..." He looks around and, noticing the impatience of his companions, stops himself. "Good choice, Harry."

ENCYCLOPEDIA - He is correct. It was the Seraise poet Lu Jiatun who in the Fifties of the last century composed a...

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Don't encourage him, Trant."

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Okay."

[pfdr75]

[philosophybits]

The scholar is the delegated intellect. In the right state, he is, Man Thinking. In the degenerate state, when the victim of society, he tends to become a mere thinker, or, still worse, the parrot of other men's thinking.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, The American Scholar

[thepersonalwords]

Where there is use of the buddhi [intellect], there is no Moksha [Liberation], and where there is Moksha, there the intellect is not needed. Samaj [Understanding] is needed.

Dada Bhagwan

[indeedgoodman]

[thepersonalquotes]

Intellect takes you to the door, but it doesn't take you into the house.

Shams-i Tabrizi